The Apparatus bound
immobile in a suspended tank of isolation
submerged in its liquid house
cloaked in anti-matter, no absorbtion of light
a god of restricted nature
no cure for the cog-wheeled system
enveloping black before me
Witness the birth of false idols
the caustic set of actions
I cannot will forth
my false faculty of true power
a god of restricted nature
no cure for the cog-wheeled system
motions of men
praise to the lie of textual gods
I am the epitomical effigy
congregate the secular masses
burn the sacraments of judeo-christians
upheaval of the earths rebirth into judicial supremacy
through means of the life blood

now is the hour of resistance
remove the remissive machine
convulsions, the forces of cosmos upon me
the chamber deconstructed
I flow through the realms of reality
the precincts of all actuality
Time and I coalesce into one
I am free
I am unknown
soon to recess into oblivion
no scriptures, psalms, or aspects realized
no sickened diction to grant me idol fantasy
of self, I alone am absolute
absorbing the mass
reversal of the cosmic inflation
deacceleration
no light to suspend your fears
as the space collapses,
inverted, I, anomaly, implode
in a fragment of time unrealized

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